Valance licked his lips as he saw they strange little creatures following marching behind Chalk.
“You brought enough for all of us?” the priest of the Spider God asked.
“What do you mean?” replied the wizard. “You certainly don’t mean to ask if we are eating our new henchmen.
Valance suddenly looked a bit sheepish.
“Well, where I come from..” he began.
“Maybe later. This is the best I could find to haul our gear over the mountains.”
No. Enc.: 1d4 (1d8)
Alignment: Neutral (some Chaotic tendencies)
Movement: 90′ (30′)
Armor Class: 8
Hit Dice: 3 hit points
Damage: 1d3 (probiscis jab, claw or tiny dagger)
Hoard Class: Nil
One of the most pathetic lifeforms is the bearer-beadle; a two foot tall wretched thing, more pathetic than a goblin or kobold. These spindly bipeds have pot-bellies and odd shaped heads with a sharp, pointed nose that can be used to jab an opponent. In many places these creatures are not even considered sentient (although they are-usually no higher than 4 Int) and thus are given no rights or privileges. Bearer-beadles are seem to live to serve, carrying luggage, weapons, meals or anything else that their master-owners task them with. Sometimes royalty use these creatures as playing pieces in their wargames, suiting these poor things in rusty armor, giving them tiny weapons and setting them upon each other. Each bearer-beadle can carry up to 25 pounds.